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My 9/11 story is rather dull because I pretty much slept through the whole thing.
I worked a 12-hour night shift at the local Celestica plant and got home a little around 7am Central Time that morning. I watched some of the morning shows, might have had some breakfast, and at some time before 7:46am, I turned off the TV and went to bed.
At approximately 4:20pm Central time, I woke up. I had the cable box connected to the TV in my bedroom, and in the corner of the display was a red dot. This typically meant that there was a pay-per-view event schedule change or some other important announcement from the cable company. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it didn't mention any PPV scheduling changes.
I flipped on MSNBC to find Ashleigh Banfield interviewing a woman just as World Trade Center Tower 7 collapsed behind them.
I blinked.
I blinked hard, but there was no coming out of this surreal dream.
I caught up on what I could for the next two hours before going into work. A TV had been set up in the lone breakroom, but we still got in, as best we could, a full night's work. A couple of the guys I worked with were members of the National Guard and they were fired up, ready to go fight.
But whom? I asked.
It didn't help that a good chunck of our workforce were Somali, because there was a quiet tension in the air for a few months afterwards. No incidents, just that small thread of tension, which faded after time. Low flying planes would eventually worry me more than my coworkers would.
I worked a 12-hour night shift at the local Celestica plant and got home a little around 7am Central Time that morning. I watched some of the morning shows, might have had some breakfast, and at some time before 7:46am, I turned off the TV and went to bed.
At approximately 4:20pm Central time, I woke up. I had the cable box connected to the TV in my bedroom, and in the corner of the display was a red dot. This typically meant that there was a pay-per-view event schedule change or some other important announcement from the cable company. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it didn't mention any PPV scheduling changes.
I flipped on MSNBC to find Ashleigh Banfield interviewing a woman just as World Trade Center Tower 7 collapsed behind them.
I blinked.
I blinked hard, but there was no coming out of this surreal dream.
I caught up on what I could for the next two hours before going into work. A TV had been set up in the lone breakroom, but we still got in, as best we could, a full night's work. A couple of the guys I worked with were members of the National Guard and they were fired up, ready to go fight.
But whom? I asked.
It didn't help that a good chunck of our workforce were Somali, because there was a quiet tension in the air for a few months afterwards. No incidents, just that small thread of tension, which faded after time. Low flying planes would eventually worry me more than my coworkers would.
Low flying planes still make me nervous.